Undertaking chapter 6

“God you’re so gorgeous.”

“Shut up!”

“No, I mean it. You are.”

Julian was blushing harder than he had to have been. He was straddling Logan’s waist with his lover’s cock up his ass. His hands were on the man’s chest as he was the one doing the work this time. Rocking his hips back and forth was teasing the other man causing him to buck his hips into him. The hands locked on Julian’s hips kept him from losing his pace.

They had been at it since they finished a late dinner with Logan’s family. It was a great meal that stuffed everyone. Afterwards, they all retired for the night in their respective cabins. The two of them stole away with each other wanting to continue the under the table foreplay they were teasing each other with. They almost got caught by the waiters, but that might have been Julian over thinking a look one gave him.

Seating himself completely on Logan, Julian gave him a look, “Can’t you talk dirty instead of complementing me?”

That cheeky smile came back to his lips, “I can’t help but appreciate the man I enjoy impaling.” That had Julian giggling which tightened his muscle around the cock in his ass.

Julian gave him a smiley kiss, “You really have a way with words.”

Logan kissed him back with a hunger that told the other just how much he wanted to kiss him back. Using his strength, he pulled himself up shifting Julian into his lap. They held each other close as they both rocked against one another. Their embrace blotted out everything around them. All that was known in that small bubble was the desire they held for one another.

The two of them blundered about the bed moving from one position to the other to the tune of their pleasure. Neither of them wanted to stop. They knew their climaxes would be delayed given this was just about the fourth time they had gone at each other. If it weren’t for their individual stamina, they wouldn’t have been able to screw so much on this family trip.

It was by luck alone that they weren’t chastised by Logan’s father or God forbid his mother. They were completely accepting of people like them. The decency of keeping it in your pants while on a family vacation would be the point of their argument. Ashley was childish about it. Thankfully, Logan’s older brother, Nicolas, encouraged their affection as all siblings should. In Julian’s opinion, the Prince family was one of those rare kinds that functioned just like any other. The money didn’t seem like the glue that held other wealthy families together.

Suddenly, there was a loud thud that came from the floor above drawing Julian’s attention, “What was that?”

“What was what?” Logan asked, bucking his hips into him. “I didn’t hear anything.”

“Huh,” Julian didn’t sound sure.

They continued enjoying themselves, falling back into their position with Julian on top. Logan liked watching his boyfriend ride him. It gave him the satisfaction of knowing his lover enjoyed his cock just as much as his company. He felt as comfortable as could be laying there on the messed-up bed with the cutest boy he’d ever had the pleasure of dating.

That was the moment Logan would forever wish to return to.

Their peaceful bubble shattered the moment the door to their cabin was broken in. Neither of them had more than a second to react. Horrifically, Logan was able to see a masked man dressed in black tactical gear standing in the small doorway pointing a handgun at them. He saw the tip of the gun was directed at him then shifted to the side.

The perpetrator didn’t give any word of warning. Julian hadn’t even fully turned around in surprise before a loud bang resonated within the small space. Logan saw the gun fire only to feel his ears scream from the acoustics. Next thing he saw and felt was Julian half flung half slumping to his side.

Logan wished he never turned his head, “Julian?”

The sight he saw burned into his mind. The blood coating the sheets, his lover’s limp body and the lifeless look of death on his face. The reaction that followed was a complete mess. Logan had never acted out in murderous rage before. The sight of Julian sent Logan into a frenzy that was short lived. A sad act of revenge silenced by the butt end of a gun slamming into the side of his skull. 

“What the fuck, Wild Dog!” Another man shouted behind the one in the doorway, “You could have killed the one we need!”

Wild Dog didn’t turn to his comrade as he sneered, “The faggots were going at it. You know I like ruining good times on the job. Besides, Bulldog, no witness.”

The other man, Bulldog, huffed a sigh of heavy disappointment, “Whatever. Let’s get him to the boss.”

The two men, horribly, dragged Logan’s unconscious body from the room. They went down the hall and onto a different floor of the yacht. In the main living room, they dropped his body on the floor and tied his hands behind his back with zip ties. When they finished tying him up, they noticed he was waking up. Taking the moment to fuck with their prisoner, Wild Dog dragged him up and got in his face.

Just as Logan was opening his eyes he was met with a slap across the face. “Wake up pretty boy,” Wild Dog said grabbing a fist full of hair and pulled Logan’s head back. The blinking expression on his face had the man laughing, “You shit-shovers can never take a hit, can you?”

“Get your hands off my son!”

The man that shouted was hit in the head by the end of an assault rifle. “Shut the fuck up,” an intimidating man ordered.

This man was more intimidating than the others. He had appeared out of nowhere, but his presence was unmistakable. Logan’s hazy vision could just make out the similar black mask covering his face. It looked like a military style hockey mask. Just then he realized who else was in the room.

His father, who was recovering from the blow to his head, was zip tied next to his mother who was balling. Nicolas was slumped on his knees next to their father looking like he had been beaten senseless. They had been positioned in a terrible circle with each of them able to see the other.

“Where’s Specter?” The intimidating man asked the other two.

“With the girl.” Wild Dog answered.

“Not my baby girl!” the mother shouted and sobbed even harder.

“What did I just say?” The man smacked her upside the head, “Be quiet!” Pulling out a walkie-talkie he spoke into it, “Specter, put your cock away and get in here.”

There was a moment of strained silence in the room before the final man in their troupe came blundering in with Ashley slung over his shoulders. He flung her to the floor without a lick of care. Everyone could see she wasn’t wearing any undergarments and pressed her legs together in pain. Makeup was smeared across her tear-stricken face.

“Great. They’re all here.” The big man turned to Specter, “Can’t you complete a job without raping one of the targets?”

“What can I say, Chief? I like a frightened pussy.”

Those comments had Logan’s mother stifling her already uncontrollable weeping. The rage on their father’s face was a clear example of what any father would feel in that situation. He looked to be destroying his wrists trying to be free of the bindings holding him back. It was an effort done in vain.

“Why are you doing this?” Logan heard his father pleading with the men, “What do you want? I can get you anything any of you want. Just don’t hurt my family!”

The man Specter called Chief stepped in front of their father, “That’s a tempting offer Mr. Prince.”

“Wait, how do you know my name?”

Chief knelt closer to his face, “Because we were hired to kill you … and your family.”

The look on his father’s face mirrored his pleas, “Please no! Why! Please don’t hurt them!”

“Howard, I’m scared.” Their mother wept, “Not my babies.”

“Shit, are we going to drag this out?” Wild Dog’s tone was insulting.

“Yeah,” Specter agreed, “I’d like to get a drink at that bar we found on the coastline before they close.”

Ignoring the cries for mercy from their captives, Chief rose up unholstering his pistol. “You’re right. I like those paper umbrellas they put in their drinks.” Chief pointed the gun at their father. He stared at the tip of the gun as the man stated, “The Circle send their regards.”

“No!”

His father’s cry was accompanied by the multiple shots fired in the room. Every bang signaled the death of a family member. Chief faked their father out by shifting the gun to their mother. She fell to the floor with a final wail. Next was his brother who didn’t even see it coming. He crumbled onto father who was yelling and writhing while watching his family being murdered. Ashley had a moment of consciousness before returning to the darkness. Then the tip of the gun was directed at Logan.

He had been sitting there frozen in terror. His previous act of violence was lost on him. The sight of his family dying in front of him was too much for him to react to. So, when the gun was pointed at him, he didn’t even have the capacity to think. All he saw was the absent look of remorse in Chief’s eyes as he pulled the trigger.

Pain exploded within Logan. He didn’t know where the bullet had struck him, but he knew it would kill him. There was no doubt in his shaken mind. Logan dropped to the floor compressing the part of him that was raging in pain. In his final moments of life, Logan saw his family’s killer redirect his gun back to his father and pull the trigger.

Then the darkness consumed him along with his family.